- Vol. 09
- Chapter 12
Image by ETTA/Girl With Red Hat
In our tree I stand. My spaceship
will arrive. At some point.
My three eyes scan through. The
plastic toys that built our tree.
Severed heads are my roots. Feeding
on past lives. Passing down their lived
myths. The nymph that Erysichthon
killed—cutting down the last standing
tree. The plastic double of that
last—erstwhile tree. It’s replacement
votive offerings. In 3D printing
reimagined. Snatched from my kids’
toys. Proudly offered in their selfless
world saving efforts. Our mismatched
totem extends its love. Like an olive
tree branch. Before we move
elsewhere. On a spaceship
yet to arrive.